The noise and size of the crowd seem to shake the ground under the Colosseum. Excitement buzzed in the air as Rome anticipated watching their prized warrior fight in yet another competition of his strength and skill. The Emperors sit comfortably in their box. Behind them, General Marcus Acacius and his wife, Lucilla.

Lucius has the same hard glare in his blue eyes and scowl etched on his lips. His intensity radiating off of him. His hand grips his sword as he climbs the steps to the gate. He can feel the adrenaline flowing through his veins as the fight draws near. His chest plate is strapped to his chest and he is ready for another day in the arena.

The master of ceremonies extends his arms out. His voice echoing through the Colosseum.

“From the stable of Marcrinus of Thysdrus, our new champion, Hanno!”

The large gates open and Lucius walks into the arena with a confident stride. Keeping the same hardened look on his face.

The crowd cheers and chant his name. “Hanno! Hanno! Hanno!”